A figure steps out from the shadows that pool along the edges of the room. She has been here since the beginning, of course, but preferred to wait and observe the masquerade before jumping in herself. Now she is ready, and all the better for waiting, too, for now she can step out of the shadows and make an overly-dramatic entrance. And why not be dramatic when one can?

The figure is clad in a gown of lush emerald velvet. In the front the flowing skirt comes down just to her knees, and in the back it falls all the way to the floor, dragging behind her in a train, almost reminiscent of a cape. The sleeves are made of sheer golden lace, and the train as well as the hem of the skirt and the neckline are all trimmed in gold lace-y, filigree-esque material. The gown is belted with a tied golden sash. The figure wears black tights beneath her skirt, paired with tall brown leather boots that come up to her knees. Her half-mask is the same golden lacey material as the trim on her dress, wrapping around her face in a delicate, intricate fashion and climbing up higher on one side of her face than the other. 

The figure has shiny silver hair that hangs to her hips, and her skin glows pale and silvery as well, earning her her name. She chooses nothing without a purpose, and her name—Lonrúil—means luminous, though she doubts anyone will know in which language unless they are told. 

She walks into the room—not delicately, but still silently—smiling a secret, mysterious smile beneath her mask. 

Finished conversing with Soren and Ella Starburst for the moment, I turn and see a girl in a beautiful emerald dress made of velvet step out of the shadows. Her skin glows with a silver aura, and her hair is silver as well. She wears a golden half-mask that matches the golden lace sleeves and trim of her dress. 

My eyes widen in surprise. I snap my fingers. "Oh, I know who you are!" Then, a little bit amused by my deduction powers and a little bit startled at my own audacity (and lack of tactfulness, inconspicuousness, you name it) I choke on my drink and double over, half-laughing, half-choking. Oh dear. 

Lonrúil, whose attention has been taken by Rogue Wilding, looks over in my direction and raises one single, inquisitive eyebrow, and then puts a finger to her lips. 

I wasn't going to guess who she was anyway. 

“Oh, I know who you are!”

Lonrúil looks over her shoulder at Leafpool, standing a few feet behind her, who has lost all sense of seriousness and choked on her drink in her laughter. Lonrúil raises one eyebrow and places a finger on her her shimmering lips. Then, for the first time that night, she breaks her carefully mysterious composure and lets out a rather ungraceful snort-laugh, clapping a hand over her mouth. She finds the situation unduly amusing, and is not in the least surprised that Leafpool penetrated right through her guise. Her guise, after all, was rather obvious if only one knew the right places to look. Quickly, she regains herself, and, clearing her throat indignantly, she resumes her overly-mysterious air. She is grateful that, for now at least, she will remain unknown.

Rogue, her face a mixture of confusion and amusement, glances questioningly between the two laughers. Lonrúil gives her a rueful half-grin.

“You must excuse me,” she purrs. “In answer to your former question, stargazing sounds lovely.”

Turning away, the two step through the open balcony door into a misty night.  

I knew it! Okay, well, I was leaning more for Leeli, but hey, I knew it was one of them!

I smile as the conversation ends and Leafy leaves. I'm actually kind of glad I got guessed- the mask felt weird and forced me to breathe my own carbon dioxide. Blech. I turn my foot and place, feeling the ballroom floor under my bare foot.

I grab some pucnh and sip it quietly near the corner. 

I step in carefully wearing a black mask with glittery gold swirl that covers half of my face. My skirt drags behind me. I carefully grab the end of it and lift it up to avoid stepping on it. 

"Fashionably late, I guess." I shrug. "I do hope I'm not too late to join in the party." 

I slip quietly over to the punch bowl where I see a couple other CBers already unmasked. "Bonjour." I greet them. Pouring myself a cup of punch, I quietly hum to myself. "Masquerade.. paper faces on parade, masquerade..." 

I chuckled a little. I knew that I would probably be guessed soon enough, but it was worth a try to stay masked as long as I could.  

Still no guesses, to my luck. Not even an interaction. Frankly, I'm okay with that. I sip my puch and teleport via shadows to a ledge high above the heads of my fellows.